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YANORA: Proceed, darling. I’m going to sit and have a drink, if no one minds.
THERIK: Your Majesty - I must protest! This … this illusion may be some Draconian trick.
THERIK: The Church does not approve of this magick, I am sure. Some power may be trying to deceive you ...
THERIK: My lord, I must -
GUDIK: And you just did. Well done. Now kindly shut up.
GUDIK: Believe me, no one can counterfeit my mother, not like this. This is her, in all her insufferable glory.
YANORA: Oh, I love you too, sweet boy.
GUDIK: (pours a wine for himself.) All right, Tethik. Let us hear it. And for your sake this had better be absolutely everything you say it is.